The coachman set the footrest.
Yunluo took the veil hat, held it in her hand, and quietly glanced at Mu Lianxiao.
When entering the city, she had looked at the scenery on the street through the azure gauze window.
Xuancheng is the capital of Lindong. Although not as prosperous as the towns in the Capital Region, it is not a desolate old city.
On both sides of the main street, inns, tea houses, gold shops, draft banks, clothing stores, and rouge shops—various businesses—seemed all-encompassing and bustling.
Yunluo noticed that not only the young ladies with married women's hairstyles were without veil hats, but even the girls in their early twenties rarely wore them.
She felt an itch in her heart.
Mu Lianxiao saw through her thoughts and smiled, "As you wish."
Yunluo's eyes sparkled, and she waved the veil hat in her hand, "Really?"
Mu Lianxiao couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Jin Rui jump off the carriage, he lightly pinched her nose, "When have I ever lied to you?"
